10 October 2010

I'm normally completely hopeless at doing tag posts that do the rounds - someone will tag me and I'll make a mental note to write the post and then completely forget about it. Come to think of it this doesn't just apply to tag posts - pretty much my whole life is spent in a state of "ooh I must remember to do that later".

However today I'm feeling all efficient - I even made a fish curry for freezing earlier and hung two loads of washing on the line instead of shoving them in the drier. Efficient and domestic. This is unusual and unsettling behaviour. It is entirely possible that I am being inhabited by an efficiently domestic alien life force who is using me in its evil plans for world domination. Although how efficient domesticity is the route to world domination I don't know. I'm not going to question my alien life force inhabitor - it may decide to make my brain explode.

The Rules: Tell us seven things about you then tag 12 other blogs for this award.

So, seven things about myself:

1: I have a ridiculously over-active imagination. But the efficiently-domestic alien world domination story was probably a dead giveaway, right?

2: I am addicted to Phineas & Ferb. I know most episodes off by heart, and the Perry the Platypus theme song from the show is my ring tone. Which was actually kind of embarrassing when it went off in the middle of the book store yesterday.

3: Since I read my first Arthur C Clarke book at 11 I've been a science fiction nut. My taste in literature is reasonably varied, but 80% of what I read is science fiction.

4: The first music gig I ever went to was Donnie & Marie Osmond when I was about 12. I kid you not.

5: My best celebrity encounter was when Eccentric English Boyfriend and I went to London in 2007. EEB treated us to a stay in a 5 star hotel (yep, he's awesome), and one afternoon we were sitting in the lounge room overlooking the garden when PIERCE *SWOON* BROSNAN came through the door from the garden and walked through the lounge. After he'd gone (and I'd regained the power of speech) I excitedly squeaked to EEB "That. Was. Pierce. Brosnan!". EEB was sitting opposite me with his nose buried in a book. He looked up, failed to see Pierce Brosnan, snorted "you must be imagining it, I didn't see him" and returned to his book.

Not too much later we were in reception, about to head out, when who should walk right past me again but PIERCE *SWOON* BROSNAN. I literally could have reached out and touched him, he passed so close by. Except I couldn't have, because I'd lost the ability to move. And talk. In fact the only ability I retained was the ability to grin inanely. And possibly drool. By the time my faculties had returned Pierce was gone. EEB, who had been chatting to the Concierge the whole time, joined me and I spluttered "Pierce. Brosnan. Walked. Past. Me. AGAIN!". EEB looked around, failed yet again to see Pierce Brosnan, and replied "Nope, you're still imagining things". "Are you kidding?" I said. "If I was going to imagine Pierce Brosnan I'd at least imagine myself shagging him!"

Also, Pierce Brosnan is damn hot in real life.

6: A distant relative of mine on my mum's side was quite famous in Auckland in the 1940's for painting herself gold and dancing naked. She was also witness to a murder. As family history goes, that's pretty awesome. (Her name was Freda Stark, Wikipedia entry here.)

7: I'm also descended, on my mum's side again, from Portugese convicts. If I remember the story right they jumped ship in New Zealand. Despite this I have no criminal tendencies. And for that matter no desire to paint myself gold and dance naked.

Alright, I can't narrow down a list of bloggers to tag, so I'm going to tag some Kiwi bloggers:

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